Clouds

When I look far ahead, I see clouds gently strolling by. With caviar crested bubbles popping and forming.

The chihuahua, the lamb, the hog, dancing around our centerpiece. The breeze comes and goes but the cotton candies remained.

There is this problem with condensed water vapor is that there will be no end when it comes during the night. Where the dark sky is lit scarlet.

Thunder roars and lightning twitched, there all goes the night.

A gentle night, of simple droplets; A violent brawl with puzzling patterns.

They all boil down, To something simple. Dihydrogen Monoxide.